I think there may be some confusion seeing some familiar names, but here me out. They are actually important in the story, and the story does take place in The Legion of Superheroes universe. I am going with a new story. I want to try something different, and you will see something, so different that you will be wondering where am I going. This is a short chapter, but the rest will be promising.

Just Like You – Chapter 0

In a night club in Gotham City sits the seven founding members of the Justice League dress as civilians just enjoying the night after a strange evening. Shayra, better known as Hawkgirl, dress in a very formal dress suiting the night club. Shayra's jaw drops looking at Bruce Wayne, the millionaire bachelor and at night, he was the Batman, "A Goddess? That light that shined over Gotham. That was a Goddess?"

Bruce sips some whiskey, "I don't believe in the supernatural. Aliens yes, it has been proven," Looking at J'onn, Clark Kent, and Shayra, the world knows the shapeshifter as Martian Manhunter, and Superman, the man of steel, "But a supernatural thing like that."

Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, sips some water, "It's not impossible, but she was monstrous. None of the Gods we fought or face were that huge."

Wally West, the fastest man in the world known as the Flash, sighs cupping his chin, "She was gorgeous, even with the horns and wings, especially her hoot – " Stopping his words, when Diana and Shayra looks at him, "She was pretty, but why was she in Gotham? It looks like she was looking for something."

Bruce looks deep into his glass, staring at the reflection it was giving off, "A Goddess rescuing her vessel's children."

Diana's eyes widen, "The vessel. Is the human vessel alright?"

Bruce slowly nods, sipping some whiskey down, "Her vessel is back with her husband and children back in their own time."

Clark coughs into his water, "Time, she time travel to rescue these children. Why?"

Bruce again looks down into his drink, "The vessel called me Father, and her husband looked like an alien werewolf."

"Genetic experiment actually." They all whirl looking over Bruce's way to see a very tall man in a trench coat wearing a hat with the coat's collar pop up, a woman is dress in a beautiful gown with a hood covering her with a cloak drape over her shoulders; he raises his head to reveal predatory eyes, "Good to see you, Clark."

Clark chuckles standing up, he begins shaking the man's hand, patting the man's shoulder, "T, good to see you. You're taller than me, who's your friend?"

T pulls away, holding out his hand, the woman slips her hand into his, "Clark, I would like you to meet my wife."

Clark's eyes widen, "Wife," Putting a hand to his heart, a surprise look, then a small smile, "You're married," He smiles, and then it changes into a large one, "I'm happy for you. I thought you said there was no one out there for you. How long have you been married?"

T chuckles rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, "We just celebrate our first year with her relatives."

The woman flips her hair with one hand, giving Clark, a fang smile, her eyes glowing an eerie yellow, until she blinks making them a soft gentle blue color, "We have actually meet, but it is back in your future."

Clark hums, stroking his chin, "How far?"

She giggles, "About forty years, it is strange not seeing you with wrinkles and graying hair. You look so young, you were in a way a mentor for me, and a man I saw as an uncle. Later, Big Dog, we have a show to see, before we leave to the future."

She starts bouncing, gripping T's arm, he chuckles, wrapping an arm around his waist, "Quit bouncing, before you flash someone."

She taps his chest with her finger, "That was once, and you enjoyed it." Putting her hands on her hips, "Why? Only men would be jealous that you are able to" He covers her mouth seeing her tongue peek through his fingers, ripping his hand away, popping her on the butt, "Hey! I need that to sit on."

T chuckles, "There are other positions, don't you remember that?" Wrapping his arm around her waist, twisting the ring on his right hand, pulling off his hat to reveal a fair skin man with dark brown eyes, his hair pull back in a French braid, it drop to his thighs, there is more white in it than black hair. He looks to be a young man in his thirties seeing double pierce gold hoops on both ears.

His wife pokes his chest, "That's how we got the twins remember, oh husband of mine." They walk to a table near the balcony. The group watches whole exchange between husband and wife.

Clark sits back down at the table, John Stewart, better known to the universe as Green Lantern, throws a thumb over his shoulder at the couple, and "Is he always blunt?"

Clark smiles, "In a way yes and no, but I think his wife bought him out of his shell. I have never seen a smile on his face all the time I have known him. Now his wife, she knows me, so she must have live in our time, until maybe time travels to his time like Kara did."

Diana glance to Bruce, seeing him narrowing his eyes on the couple, "Bruce, what's wrong?"

He leans in close to her, whispering, "That's the husband and the vessel, but they don't look the same as when the Goddess appear in Gotham. They had looked like two giant wolves, a gray one, and a blood red one."

Shayra sees J'onn walking over to the couple's table, "Why did he go over there?"

John sips some water, putting the glass down, and "Said that his people were good friends with her people." They watch together, seeing the woman smiling, she holds out her hand showing a strange red color bracelet, John sees lightning bolt earrings, and on her right ring finger, an emerald ring, and a ring similar to her husband's ring, and a white diamond wedding band on her left ring finger. They see J'onn stand up, as she did hugging him, he cups her cheeks, rubbing away the tears on her face. John looks at Shayra, "I wonder what that was about."

Wally leans over smiling, "I'm glad that he meets family, after he lost his own," His smile drops into a sad frown, "But doesn't that mean she isn't born yet."

Everyone begins to quiet down, when the house lights begin to dim. They look toward the stage to see the lights begin to dim as the silhouette of a very curvy hourglass woman, the curtains part making their jaws drop, and the woman looks like a twin to the vessel, but only an older one. The difference between the two was the singer has straight hair with midnight blue eyes, but pale skin. The vessel has very curly hair with the same color eyes, but her skin is tan. Both women are heavily curve, and after that were nearly twins.

She slowly walks up to the mic, caressing it like a lover, the woman speaks with a slight Southern accent, spreading her arms, "Good evening, Gotham." The gown she is wearing is a halter style dress with a split up on one side, "Tonight, everyone saw the heavenly being who tore open our fair sky," Everyone is muttering, she hums, "Ladies, and Gentlemen, I'll tell you a little secret about that being. She is the Goddess of a planet far away from our solar system, even further away than our own galaxy. I will tell you of her reason for being here. A man from the future stole children, children of the ruler of a faraway planet. I should know I once spoke to this Goddess once when I was a child. She was not here to harm Earth; she was a mother worry for the safety of her children. This song I am about to sing to you, it is what a mother goes through feelings, emotions, and her thoughts. Women, when you heard this song think of your children, future children, or any moment that you show motherly love. Men, you better go hug your mother after this." She pulls back, pointing to a piano player, "Hit it, Babe."

The piano starts out; she starts singing softly to the audience, "What would a mother not do for her child? What lengths would a mother not go? There's a bond that exists between mother and child." Her arms curl like she was looking down at an imaginary baby. "With no end to how strong it can grow. It's a promise for life between mother and child. It begins from moment of birth. And you're shaken to your soul. With an ache you've never know. And you look into their eyes."

The pianos take a different rhythm, "And find you're looking into your own. And there's a pain you can't imagine. A special kind of torture you can feel. A cut that bleeds from somewhere deep inside you. A past regret you cannot heal. And no one guesses all the while you're praying. The little screaming stranger in your arms. Might just grow up and save you after all."

Throwing her arms out, "Might just grow up and save you after all." She begins softly singing, "What would a mother not do for her child? There's a bond that exists between mother and child. And it only goes deeper with time. It's a promise for life between mother and child. And you're shaken to your soul. With an ache that can't be erase. Like the tears you never cried, but still keep scrubbing off your face. And there's a pain you can't imagine. A little talk that keeps you awake. That somehow turns to bold determination. That you'll never make the same mistake. And so you vow to feed your little future. Assuming that her talent, poise, and charm. Might just grow up and save you after all. Might just grow up and save you after all."

She starts singing harder with a soft light voice, "Some dreams die upon the vine. Some they never stood a chance. Sweeter than the sweetest wine. That mine becomes. The Queen of France!" Releasing a soulful sound that makes them realize that she is nearly crying, "And there's a relief you can't imagine. That fills up every sinew, bone, and nerves. To know that you can get out of this hellhole. And finally live the life you deserve. And suddenly the past you knew would haunt you. All the regret you didn't show. Might just grow up and save you after all!"

It feels like she is trying to tell someone a message, "Might just grow up and save you after all. Might just grow up. And save you after all…" There is a beat; she cradles the mic, "What would a mother not do for her child? What lengths would a mother not go? There's a bond that exists between mother and child…Ah, but then again…How would you know?"

Bruce jerks back as the last key was hit that last mournful last deep note as her eyes flick into silts looking straight into his soul. She looks to the couple's table as everyone stands up clapping their hands. There was no dry eye in the club. He looks at the couple to see her covering her mouth, her husband hugging her, she wipes away the tears. He looks back onto the singer. The singer takes a bow, looking up, grinning, when in surprise catching a bouquet of red roses. She holds them in her arms, letting the tears fall; she cradles them close to her body. The curtains fall closing on their view of her.

The club lights up as everyone leaves for the night. T and his wife stand up; the group watches the wife hugging J'onn. J'onn shakes T's hand, "Take care of my niece."

T chuckles, "Don't worry, she takes care of me."

They walk to the main table, Clark stands up, shaking T's hand, "It was good seeing you, even with the new look."

T nods, seeing his wife walking over to Bruce, she smiles holding out her fist, "You told me, if I ever saw you at any age to give these back to you, and to tell you I'm alright."

Bruce holds out his hand, allowing her to drop something into his hand. He looks down at the old rings on a metal chain; T and she left the group. Diana walks over seeing something inside the ring, "What's the inscription?"

Bruce pulls out a magnifying glass, "Forever yours, Martha, the rest it's worn out. Forever yours, Thomas Wayne" He pulls out a handkerchief putting the rings in his pocket, running out of the night club into the alley. Blinded by a bright light, everyone sees a bright light hearing baby giggles, the woman's voice sighs, "Martha Diana Florence Londo, did you crawl away from your aunts again?"

T's voice drifts to them, "Thomas Bruce Waylon Londo, who did you bite now?"

Bruce reaches out for them only to be pull back by Diana and Clark, he looks at the portal seeing them walking hand in hand with a child in an arm, closing his eyes, the portal closes behind the mysterious couple, "Who was she?"

Clark puts a hand on his shoulder, "I'll guess you'll know in forty years."

Bruce sighs, walking into his empty home, after a couple years, he thought he be used to it, use to the silence, use to his home being empty. He turns from looking at his parent's painting to see Alfred walking in with a woven basket carefully held in his arms, "What you got there?"

Alfred hushes him, "Lower your voice, Master Bruce."

Bruce walks closer to see a newborn baby in the woven basket, a newborn by the sack still attached to the baby. He rubs his finger against the baby's cheek; it moves its head looking up at him. Those midnight blue eyes, the flash of that night where the mysterious woman return home, "Was there a note?"

Alfred nods, he reaches for it, pulling it out, "It was in a waterproof bag, there is a letter along with a necklace with teeth. I think Mr. Killer Croc's teeth, and a beautiful crystal, all of it string on a necklace."

The baby coos, Bruce pulls the letter out, he begins reading it, "Looks like I am a new father to a baby girl." He looks down at her, tickling her chin, she coos happily, "What to name you?"

A knock enters the house, Bruce holds the basket as Alfred goes to answer the door, he sets the basket down, feeling the little girl grip his finger, "Master Bruce, Master J'onn is here to see you."

J'onn walks in, nodding to Alfred, he was a white male with white hair shapeshifting into his form they all knew him by, "Thank you." Alfred stays nearby, as J'onn walks forward, "So you have a new member of the family."

Bruce nods, "Yes, how did you know?"

J'onn chuckles, "I was a friend to the High Ruler, and we form a brother – sister bond. On your world, I am her uncle. Was there any notes?"

Bruce nods, "Earth language, and two others in other language."

J'onn looks at them, "Ah, Flo wrote one to me and another to her father explaining that their Goddess has given her consent to you raising the girl as your daughter, and Earth is not to be bothered by any of the rulers. I am to be guidance to the young girl teaching her people's locations, and laws, everything she needs know about her people."

Bruce looks at the baby, "I think she needs a bath, uh, Alfred a little help."

Alfred sighs, "By the time that child talks, I will be known as Grandpa." He lifts the child, "Let's get you clean up, and looking like a proper young lady." The little girl coos, pulling on his mustache, "Ow! That is not a toy."

Bruce looks at J'onn, "What do I need to do to prepare her for her future?"

J'onn smirks, "There is no guide to being a father, just love her with all your heart."

This song that she sings is After all the singer is Christine Ebersole from Ever After. The credit goes to that beautiful song. I was given an idea due to this song, and I heard it from a Steven Universe AMV, and this stay with me. I felt so choke up on this song, when you all have a chance. Listen to it, and feel the words go through you.